before any coffee
i swear to myself
that i am the man with
a new story to tell
to throw away
all these cliches
and be what
i really am
there is no word yet
nothing is popping up
.................
so back to usual
i write something that
repeats itself
like an echo of
another boredom
form that same
mountainside
to wait for long
is crazy
i know
........
i will have my coffee now
and sip what i must accept
oh, there is nothing new
regret what you have just read.
i think you must go now
and this i must tell you:
write your own regret
do not read me again.
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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